Wen Yifan couldn't remember many things in the past.
Wen Yifan rarely deliberately recalls. But as long as she thinks back, she seems to be able to remember all those memories about Sang Yan, every scene, every detail.
Also remember that moment.
She clearly felt that her heart stopped for a while.
…
Zhong Siqiao in front of him was still talking: "I was in a class with Cui Jingyu at the time, and I heard her talk about Sang Yan every day. So people in our class who didn't know about Sang Yan were because she knew everything."
Wen Yifan listened quietly, the corners of his lips curved in a shallow arc.
"Hey, why didn't you answer the question I just asked! It's been so long anyway, let's chat casually." Zhong Siqiao returned to the original topic, half-jokingly, "I didn't say I liked it, did you feel tempted? Feel good."
"… "
"If you don't say it, then I'll take it as your default."
This time Wen Yifan finally made a sound and said seriously, "Yes."
"Can I assume that you are acquiescing?" Zhong Siqiao was stunned when he heard this answer, "Really?"
Wen Yifan laughed: "Why do you react like this?"
"You really liked Sang Yan before?"
"Um."
Zhong Siqiao was really shocked. In her impression, Wen Yifan has always been indifferent to everything, as if he didn't care about anything: "Then do you still like it now?"
Wen Yifan curled his lips: "You said it too, it's been a long time."
"Then don't you two share a lease?" Zhong Siqiao became emotional. "Every day, you face each other! Both of you used to have that kind of meaning towards each other! What if the old relationship rekindles!"
"..." Mentioning this, Wen Yifan said softly, "No way."
"Um?"
"He's moving soon."
Zhong Siqiao casually said, "So you mean that if he stays longer, you won't be able to control it?"
"… "
Even her outsider felt a little regretful and asked, "Then why didn't you stay with him at that time?"
Wen Yifan didn't answer.
"Because you moved away?" Zhong Siqiao guessed, "So you two lost contact?"
"no."
"why?"
Be silent.
It happened that the noodles they ordered came, and Wen Yifan handed her a pair of chopsticks. She lowered her eyes, didn't answer the question just now, and said suddenly, "I don't know if other people will be like me."
"Um?"
"I was told by my university roommates before that I felt that my emotions were too weak." Wen Yifan said, "We had a good relationship, but I rarely contact them proactively, such as directly after graduation. Cut off contact. Because of this matter, they feel very sad and feel that I have no feelings for them at all. "
Wen Yifan blinked: "Actually, I also admit this."
Zhong Siqiao's lips moved, but nothing came out.
"It's not that I don't care, it's just that I'm too lazy to maintain these relationships." Wen Yifan bit his face and said softly, "As for Xiang Lang, after he left the country, we lost contact, and I didn't feel special because of this. sad."
"… "
"I think it's all," Wen Yifan said, "a very natural thing."
"That's right." Zhong Siqiao said, "you don't need to care what others say."
"I know this is my problem. To put it bluntly, I'm quite impersonal?" Wen Yifan smiled and brought up the original topic, "At that time, my feeling about Sang Yan was that I felt like a person like him. —”
She paused for a few seconds, feeling that this was a bit hypocritical, but she said it seriously.
"It should be loved passionately."
There are no special examples.
At least like Cui Jingyu when she was young.
I don't hide my liking, my heart is full of joy just for him, and even my eyes are bright when I talk to him, vivid and bright to the extreme.
"So it won't be," Wen Yifan was silent, "people like me."
"Why are you belittling yourself so much? You look so good-looking and have a good temper." Zhong Siqiao frowned, disapproving of her thoughts. "People may like your character."
Wen Yifan was quiet for a while, and then changed the subject: "I saw my great aunt again some time ago."
Zhong Siqiao snorted: "When?"
Wen Yifan: "Just the first two weeks."
Because Wen Yifan didn't take the initiative to bring up his unhappy things, Zhong Siqiao didn't know how she was doing at her uncle's house, only that she didn't seem to be very happy.
So Zhong Siqiao didn't know what to say at this moment.
"I used to, when I first moved to my uncle's place." Wen Yifan moved his chopsticks and didn't eat right away. He continued, "One night, I accidentally heard my uncle say something."
"what?"
"At that time, my cousin was in the third year of high school. In the evening, my aunt would often make soup for him to make him replenish his body." Speaking of this, Wen Yifan smiled, "Then one time, I heard my cousin He said, 'I don't want to drink it, give it to Ah Jiang'."
"… "
"My aunt just said," Wen Yifan said softly, "Shuangjiang doesn't need to drink so good."
Zhong Siqiao paused, and immediately became angry: "Damn, is your aunt sick?"
Wen Yifan's tone was calm: "I just thought it was funny at the time, and I didn't take it too seriously."
"… "
Wen Yifan never liked to argue with people since he was a child.
When I heard this, I felt really inexplicable and funny. Because before that, she lived a life like the stars and the moon at home, and was doted on by her family in every possible way. When it came to eating, drinking and dressing, her parents tried their best to give her the best.
She had never heard anything like that.
"But it was very strange. Gradually, I began to listen to her words. Because at that time, I was a person," Wen Yifan thought about the words, and finally said it according to his own ideas, "Everyone is A burden to shirk."
"… "
"It's really not necessary, give me something too good."
"A little bit," Zhong Siqiao sighed, reached out and touched her head, "don't care about those words."
"Actually, when I think about it now, I still don't think that sentence is right." Wen Yifan said, "But when I saw those skirts that cost hundreds of dollars, and small cakes that cost dozens of dollars, I hesitated for a long time, and they all stopped. I won't buy it for myself."
"… "
This concept seems to have grown from a weak sprout to a tree with deep roots over time.
Little by little, pervasively instilling one thing with her.
She doesn't deserve something too good.
Of course, there is no right to have the best things.
Including that dazzling boy.
"It's not that I can't afford it," Wen Yifan smiled. "It's just that I always feel that such expensive things, such expensive skirts, such expensive cosmetics... It seems a bit wasteful to use on me."
Zhong Siqiao looked at her silently, suddenly feeling sad.
Compared with before, Wen Yifan didn't seem to have changed much.
But in fact, there is a big difference in the bones.
"Don't listen to your aunt's stupid words. I'm so fucking speechless." Zhong Siqiao stopped talking about such an unhappy topic, and went back, "Let's talk about men."
"… "
"What about Sang Yan, are you sure he doesn't like you anymore?" Zhong Siqiao said, "Isn't it weird to think about it now? He has such a personality, and he's not short of money, so why would he find someone to share a lease with?"
Wen Yifan said mildly: "It's quite certain."
Zhong Siqiao: "Why?"
"Because I treated him very badly. I have a sharp personality for a while." Wen Yifan pursed his lips, a little absent-minded, "Sang Yan is the only one who treats me well—"
"People who have been hurt by me."
She felt guilty and sorry.
I also know that he will not allow it.
Someone has stepped on his pride on the soles of his feet many times.
Wen Yifan remembered very clearly that when she was misunderstood by the teacher for the second time that she had a puppy love with Sang Yan, she had moved to the uncle's house.
At that time, although the person notified by the teacher was Zhao Yuandong, but because Zhao Yuandong had no time, he still entrusted this matter to his uncle Wen Liangxian. So the person who came to see the teacher for her was Wen Liangxian.
It happened to be Friday afternoon.
After the parents of both parties finished talking, Wen Yifan was taken home by Wen Liangxian.
The whole car didn't say a word.
Wen Yifan was restless all the way, and explained a lot of words carefully, but Wen Liangxian didn't say anything. She was afraid that if she talked too much, he would get annoyed, and she could only keep silent after that.
Until I got back to my uncle's house.
At that time, Che Yanqin was also there, and when she saw her coming back, she said: "Shuangjiang, you are too disobedient. It is not easy for us to take care of you. We find things for your uncle all day long. He is already busy enough with work. Can't you save us some snacks?"
Wen Yifan was still standing at the entrance, his fingers were a little stiff. She couldn't even take off her shoes, she felt that she shouldn't have walked in, that she seemed to be doing nothing right.
Wen Liangxian also said at this time: "A Jiang."
Wen Yifan raised his head and waited silently for the trial.
She will never forget what he said then.
Tear away all the hypocrisy on the bright side.
It's like I can't stand it anymore.
"Uncle doesn't want to blame you, but you have to be clear—we have no obligation to support you," Wen Liangxian looked like his father, but his eyebrows were sharper, "but we still treat you as a relative Daughter sees it that way."
We are under no obligation to support you.
No obligation to.
to feed you.
"… "
Wen Yifan's throat choked, and he couldn't say anything for a moment.
That was the first time.
They showdown so clearly.
Tell her in words, clearly and tactfully, that they don't want her to live here.
"Your brother is now preparing for the college entrance examination, and our focus is on him. We just need you to be obedient and don't do anything out of the ordinary." Wen Liangxian said calmly, "Can't you do it like this?"
Wen Yifan stood there, his head gradually lowered.
down to the dust.
After a long time.
"I'm sorry, I won't anymore," she said softly.
…
Back in the room, Wen Yifan immediately took out his cell phone from the cabinet. She pressed the power button for a long time, and her hands were shaking uncontrollably. While waiting, she felt like a long century had passed.
Wen Yifan found Zhao Yuandong's phone number and called.
after a long time.
When Wen Yifan almost felt that the phone was about to hang up automatically, the other end picked it up.
Zhao Yuandong's voice came: "Ah Jiang?"
Wen Yifan's nose was sore, and the tears he was holding back immediately fell.
Wen Yifan wanted to tell her.
I will be obedient and not quarrel with Zheng Kejia.
I will get along well with Uncle Zheng.
So can you come and take me back to your place.
Can you please not let me live in my uncle's house alone.
Mom, uncle, they don't like me.
Can you take me home.
But before Wen Yifan said a word, Zheng Kejia's voice sounded from Zhao Yuandong's end.
Her tone immediately became anxious, and she hurriedly said: "If you have anything to ask your uncle, you must be obedient at the uncle's house, and don't fall in love early, you know?"
Then hung up.
Hearing the cold beep on the phone, Wen Yifan put the phone down. She bowed her head, looking at the gradually extinguished screen, tears were still falling. She sat stiffly in place.
At that moment, I felt that my only support was broken.
I do not know how long it has been.
The phone in his hand vibrated again.
She slowly lowered her eyes to see the caller ID.
- Sang Yan.
Wen Yifan stared at it for a long time before picking it up.
Both were silent.
After a long while, Sang Yan took the initiative to speak: "Are you home?"
Wen Yifan hummed softly.
"I was scolded?" Sang Yan's tone seemed to be a little nervous, and her words seemed to stutter, "I didn't expect the teacher to call the second parent for this trivial matter. It was me who influenced you, right..."
Wen Yifan interrupted him suddenly: "Sang Yan."
All emotions seem to be foreshadowed.
His voice stopped abruptly, and he did not continue to speak.
That was the moment when Wen Yifan's negative emotions were strongest.
She frantically stopped her behavior, knowing that she shouldn't have said that, when the boy was so sorry.
But she couldn't control her emotions at all.
In that silent small room, Wen Yifan heard himself say something very lightly.
"Can you please stop bothering me."